I remember that day when..
My father was hospitalized for the first time in his life!
As I reached my father’s house, he was lying in his bed, trying to sleep, when I was told that he fell at least twice, each time he was trying to go to the bathroom, and always needed help to get up.
I told my father that we should take him to see a doctor immediately, he kept denying it and told me that he’s too tired and wants to sleep. Yet when I felt that he might have a fever, I pushed him, with the help of the housekeeper and the driver, to change his clothes, and get him ready to go to the hospital.
Due to his lack of physical strength, it took us almost one hour to get my father into the car, my brother’s car, and we headed straight to the emergency entrance of the hospital. My father, being over the age of 65, had a special card for the elderly that prioritize them in a hospital situation. Luckily the process was swift, and it was confirmed, after several tests, that my father had some kind of an infection that required his immediate hospitalization and 24 hour surveillance. That was when I noticed that my father’s speech and use of his tongue was different.
My siblings and I decided to never leave him alone while he was in this condition; so we decided to do shifts starting with my brother always spending the nights by my father’s side, while my sister and I alternated between the morning and evening shifts. We also had great support and help from our spouses whom I am truly grateful for every day.
The first 2 days were the hardest as my father, who was on antibiotics using a drip at that time, was incredibly weak to support himself. They were also hard since my father stayed in a shared room rather than a private quite room which we were able to receive only by the 3rd day. His total hospitalization lasted exactly 7 days, confirming that the infection was due to one of his high blood pressure medications, which created his fever and the increase of his overall physical weakness.
My mother, may God help her through this, was stuck in Egypt, trying every day to find a flight back home when unfortunately all the flights were fully booked due to the holiday season. On the other hand, Thank you God for protecting my mother from that week; and thank you for giving her one last trip to her beloved second home, Cairo, before my father’s symptoms started to progress.